There have been many days in the last year that I’ve felt wholly unworthy of a ministry. Whether I was scared, confused, offended, hurt, bewildered, or just plain broken, I questioned my value to God’s kingdom. Why have you chosen me for anything, God?More than once I’ve been just a girl, standing in front of my God, asking Him, are you sure? His answers have come through Scripture, through the ... View Post

Summer is a crazy season of sunning and running, right? We go from beach to pool (if we're lucky), or we're toting the winter coat to our freezing office space and dreaming about going from the beach to the pool. The kids are out of school and we're either loving all this homework-free time or we're crying over the piles of junk they leave in every room they occupy. But despite all the sunshine ... View Post

We are gathered in the quiet early morning amidst twinkles and tinsel. My boys are running in elated circles as I drink my coffee with half-opened eyes and gift tape still stuck to my pajamas from late-night wrapping. What would Christmas morning be like without coffee? I wonder. And then I take another sip. Because clearly that’s the question of a woman who hasn’t had enough caffeine.
The boys ... View Post

Have you ever felt as though God has given you a promise? I’m talking about a whisper in your spirit, a prophecy, or a vision so incredible and fleeting you think surely you’ve been drinking too many lattes. I have.
September of 2016 marked the beginning of a season of great communication and whispered promises between the Lord and me. It began with an entertainment fast (that means no TV or ... View Post

After Noah’s injury as an infant, seizures ravaged his body for over a year. On his worst day he had 32; I remember not only because it was the highest number we’d seen but because the day before had been nearly perfect as we let him splash in the kiddie pool for the first time. After nearly a dozen medications failed him, desperation pushed us into action, and we started Noah on the Ketogenic ... View Post

Sometime parenting faith can be messy. Last night I consoled my seven-year-old son, Avry, as he cried, his face pink and moist, faith heavy on his heart. He’s at that age when he’s aware of death, and he’s developed a fear of losing his parents. My children have been exposed to a lot of death, as Mike’s family is large and they’ve lost several loved ones in the last two years. I, too, lost my ... View Post

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I lay squinting in the sun, eyes half closed, toes woven through the thick plastic threads of the lawn chair, and I listen to splashes and laughter. I can hear my boys above the ripple of the crowd, their sweet voices cast into summer air. “Mom,” my redhead shouts, “come into the water and play…

I’m nearly forty years old (wow, that hurts to type), and I can still remember those first days of high school and that awkward, slow walk into the cafeteria. Hoping for a smile launched in my direction, an invite to a table where I’d feel welcome. While my fist-day cafeteria jitters proved to be paranoia…

Sometimes, despite my best intentions, I feel like I can’t do anything right. My laundry room is piled up with clothes. There’s more toothpaste on the kids’ bathroom counter than in the tube. I ditch another opportunity to make a wholesome meal and instead load the family into the mini van for a field trip…